Ehh, thirteen reviews. Close enough.

Would it be too ambitious to ask for another 15? It would make my day :)

Happy author = new chapter/update of other stories.

So really, it's for your own benefit ;)

Secondly, someone asked why this story was rated M…well, it's a series of oneshots, so I'm hoping to geta few M rated chapters in there. Speaking of which, is anybody particularly talented at these kind of scenes? Steaminess isn't exactly my forte. Let me know!

"YES! YES! YES! YOU ARE THE BEST AGENT EVER! OHMYGOD, YES!"

"Ah, I see you need some time to think it over," Ricky chuckled.

"That sounds so fun! I would love –,"

"Alright, alright. I'll email you the script, look it over, let me know. Make sure to talk to Martin too."

"Does Troy know?" she asked breathlessly.

"Martin sent me an email, said he'd talk to him about it today…"

"That would be amazing! I mean, we've done stuff together, but never-,"

"Oh – Gabs. I'm getting a call from Harper," he said, referring to the auspicious magazine, Harper's Bazaar, "that should be about your photoshoot…"

"Oh, okay. I'll talk to you later?"

"I'll be expecting a call."

And with that, she hung up, grinning.

She couldn't wait to talk to Troy.

Troy slumped down in the driver's seat of the beaten car.

'No, Martin, we don't need a stuntman, I can do my own! It'll be fun!' What was I thinking? , he thought to himself.

He was tired, bruised and sore as hell.

Next time, he was doing a romantic comedy.

Suddenly, there was knock on the window. He looked up to see Martin standing outside.

He groaned as he opened the door and lifted himself out of the car. They were standing in a patch of deserted land outside of Hollywood, to film the "intense car chase scene in which hero – that's you, Troy – ends up flipping over his car with nothing but a small razor to protect himself, but manages to overthrow the villain – that's you Jason – using his martial arts skills," as Martin had described it.

And to think, Troy had been excited about stunts.

"Yeah?" he asked the director who was standing in front of him with a knowing smile.

"Well, first off, next time, I don't care what you say. You're getting a stuntman."

Chuckling sheepishly, Troy nodded.

"And second," Martin continued, "I have a deal for you."

"About a stuntman?"

Martin chuckled "No, T, a movie deal. You remember me talking about my next project?"

"Yeah…the plot sounded great, amazing. …Wait. A-a- are you offering me a role?" Troy asked, stunned. It was honor to work with the famous director once, but twice? That was unbelievable. Martin Meyers was known everywhere as King of Movies.

At home, he had two closets. One for his clothes.
And one for all his awards.

"Only if you promise to never attempt your own stunts again."

Troy was too excited to be embarrassed. "Thank you so much, sir! I'm honored –,"

"There's more."

"M-more?" Another opportunity to work with the legendary director, offered by the King himself? How could it possible get better? Troy was bursting to tell Gabriella, she would be so proud, so happy for him…

"We want your girl too."

Troy's jaw hit the sandy ground.

"W-w-whaaa?" he could barely comprehend how amazing this was getting.

Grinning, Martin continued. "You two are set to play the lead roles – if you accept, that is."

Troy nearly laughed at the last part, but he couldn't quite get his vocals to work.

"Well," Martin said after five minutes worth of shocked silence from Troy, "That's a wrap for today. Your agents should have sent you the scripts. Read it over, let me know."

Patting Troy on the back, Martin turned around, heading back to the camera crew, a grin still on his face.

After forty-one years in Hollywood, Martin Meyers was used to making dreams come true.
And he still got the same satisfaction every time.

"Baby! Gabriella, I'm home!" he called into the large foyer of their mansion.

No answer.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was five-thirty. She was supposed to be home by now.
Hmm.

He wandered through the enormous building that the called home, towards the study.

He stopped upon approaching the large glass doors.

She was sitting in the large, vintage (and expensive) vintage style office chair, her feet up on the glossy wooden desk, talking on the phone.

Wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties and short silk robe.

He opened to door quietly and stepped in, making his way towards her. He took a seat on the desk in front of her, taking her delicate feet in his hands. She beamed up at him, and he grinned down at her as she continued her conversation on the phone.

"Sure, sure I can do that….uh huh. Yeah. That works. Yeah. Okay…no, thank you!," he smiled at this. She was so sweet., "okay! You too…bye."

After hanging up the phone she looked back at him. "That was Harper's Bazaar."

He nodded, lifting one of her feet to his eye level and inspecting it closely. She giggled as she watched him scan over every inch of her foot, from her smooth heel to her perfectly polished toenails.

She let out a small yelp of surprise when he suddenly popped her large toe into his mouth. "Troy! What are you doing? It's my foot."

He shrugged indifferently, continuing to suck on her toe. She nudged his cheek gently with her other toe. "Weirdo."

He raised his eyes to her, taking the opportunity to take in her image. She sat so comfortably, her soft dark waves of hair cascading down her shoulders flawlessly. Her eyes twinkling in mirth, her cheeks rosy with blush and her face glowing.

She was beautiful.

And she was all his.

He was rich, he was good-looking and he was world famous.
He would be lying if he said none of this ever went to his head sometimes. Of course, Gabriella always brought him back down to Earth.

One look at her and he was instantly humbled. She was so sweet, so kind, so talented and so flawless that he often felt undeserving. He was incredibly grateful for his career, and his fans – he had preached this many times during his acceptance speeches.

But words couldn't describe how grateful he was for her.

Which reminded him…

He released her toe from the confines of his mouth, revealing a very shiny, very wet toe. She teasingly nudged his cheek with it, swiping some of his saliva from her toe and onto his cheek. He wrinkled his nose.

"Does Bolton have an issue with a bit of his own saliva on his face?" she teased.

He placed his hands on the arms of her chair and leaned down so that his close to hers. "I'd rather it be your saliva," he murmured huskily. She grinned.

He sat back up, taking her feet in his hands once again. "But first, I have news."

Her face lit up "Oooh! Me too!"

"You first," they both said in unison.

He chuckled. "Okay, me first then." She pouted adorably.

"I was talking to Martin today…about this new project he's starting…."

Her eyebrows rose.

"….and he wants the two of us to be in it! Together!"

She giggled at the sight of him. He was so excited, his face flushed and his arms waving about. He noticed her amused expression and stopped, frowning.

"Are you not excited?"

"Oh! No, baby, I am….I was just watching you – but yes, I am excited. Trust me."

"Then…I mean, when I told you, I expected you to have more of a reaction…you know, jumping up, running around the house…?"

She giggled at his pout. "I already did that, babe."

His confused expression made her giggle again. "Babe, Ricky called me while you were at work today."

His expression showed his understanding, and he nodded, standing up and offering his hand. She took his hand and stood also, so that he could wrap his arms around her waist. She gently gripped his biceps and leaned into his chest. They remained in that position, letting the news sink in together.

"Can you believe it?" he finally whispered into her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes dancing with excitement. "I know," she murmured. "I am so excited to work with you, baby. This is gonna be amazing."

He nodded in agreement. "Did you already read the script?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No…I wanted to wait for you…you know, so we could do it together. I mean – I know, we've both done lots of movies, but I figured that since this is our first one together-," she was cut off by him placing a finger to her lips.

"Baby, I am so glad you waited. I was hoping we could do this together." He reached behind her to push the chair so that it rolled towards the opposite desk that held a large, sleek computer.

He walked over and sat down in the chair, pulling her down to sit on his lap. He let one arm comfortably wrap around her wait while he used his free hand to navigate the internet to their email page. He quickly located the file that Ricky had sent Gabriella, and slowly clicked on the link.

They held their breath as the file loaded, and Gabriella let out a small squeal of excitement when the page finally popped up on the screen.

Troy rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing intently at the screen.

And with that, the two of them began to read.